Half-elf Notebook

At the same time, he began to sprint faster, but the only thing that remained unchanged was that he did not jump up or use the battle breath burst to advance.

Still firmly on the ground, every step still rests on bricks.

In a second, or even less, Rick's head and upper chest had passed through the cover entrance of the underground space.

Once again entered the range of "sound isolation".

Then, in the next moment, the sound that he could not hear just now but now became extremely clear came into his ears. In the ear-piercingly quiet space, it was no less than a sharp roar of thunder.

Rick didn't even have to think about it, as if he had expected it.

Raise your head and exert force on your legs and waist at the same time.

Precisely controlling every muscle, he forcibly "bent" the exposed upper body back into the passage.

"boom!"

A gray-black ray shot past him less than three inches above his head.

The heart-pounding breath of war created ripples, and for a moment, even exploded the air.

The atmosphere becomes a little thinner wherever it passes.

The fourth-level magic was also shattered into magic fragments.

The three-centimeter-thick iron plate and the layer of floor bricks and soil covering it were unable to even provide any resistance under such a powerful force and were directly penetrated.

In Rick's perception, a hollow cavalry metal spear pierced into the wall three meters behind.

Two-thirds of the two-meter-and-a-half-meter-long gun body was submerged.

It's really dangerous. If I were a bronze rank person, I would probably be dead...

Rick commented in his mind.

But before this thought could be fully realized, the attacker was already approaching him.

He was like a cannonball, smashing in front of the entrance to the tunnel.

The ground instantly cracked into countless pieces of stone.

The beast's claw on the right penetrated the floor and the iron plate below, and with a pinch, it deformed the frame of the iron plate to offset the impact of the charge.

A shadow was left on the left, reaching out towards the hole at the entrance and grabbing the unstable Rick.

It is to create a gap in its target.

But the gap between the two sides is so huge.

Although it seemed that Rick was completely at a disadvantage, he did not retreat but advanced instead, and the steps under his feet were instantly crushed into powder by the fighting spirit.

With the help of the terrifying reaction force, he rushed sideways into the opponent's arms at a speed faster than the orc.

The orc's three-meter-tall body was bent.

The collision of the fighting breaths stirred up a strong wind that spread in all directions, blowing up the dust accumulated in the auxiliary room.

Giving up protection and exposing his back completely to the opponent's left side, Rick did not hesitate or pause at all.

All the movements are still as smooth as ever.

With a slight "crack" sound, he burst out with peak strength and enhanced by the ultimate fighting spirit. He fixed the orc's forearm with one hand and pressed outward with the other hand, breaking the opponent's arm immediately.

Bang!

The piece of iron still held in the orc's hand could no longer bear the weight.

In the face of such a powerful force, it broke instantly like a loaf of bread just out of the oven.

The man and the beast landed on their feet, and the orc let out a painful and angry roar.

It opened its mouth and bit towards Rick's throat, then released one hand to use the iron sheet and its claws that could crush rocks to attack Rick's side.

On the other hand, Rick took a step forward and bowed down.

At the same time, his right hand crossed over his left hand and grabbed the beast's wrist firmly in mid-air.

The back of his neck was pressed against the orc's chest and abdomen to avoid being bitten.

The left hand immediately touched the inside of the orc's calf.

The battle was obviously extremely dangerous, and both sides were fighting desperately.

Rick's movements seemed particularly calm.

From the beginning till now, he has not changed any of his movements, nor has he accelerated or slowed down due to the opponent's response.

Just like the second hand and minute hand on a pocket watch, they move at a constant speed and with precision.

One foot is firmly planted, as if stepping on fine sand.

Half of Rick's feet immediately sank into the ground, along with his spine.

The orc, weighing more than 600 pounds, rose off the ground.

Then he was thrown away!

"boom!"

There was another loud noise that was no less loud than the one when the two sides first came into contact.

The walls all around seemed to be shaking, and the huge impact force carried enough mass to shatter the stone wall separating the two rooms.

The rubble crackled and covered the orc, then raised a cloud of dust as he stood up.

A single powerful throw alone cannot hurt a Silver Rank.

Both parties are well aware of this.

At this time, Rick, who had moved sideways two steps, had a one-handed sword in his hand, with both the blade and the handle being gray and black.

"Ten years ago, you were one of the leaders who massacred people in the inner city, right..."

His expression turned as cold as ice.

"I remember your scent, your fighting breath, the human warrior who fled with a group of his people in panic."

The orc leader roared hoarsely.

The two used unintelligible languages ​​and neither of them could understand what the other meant.

But it doesn't matter.

After a brief confrontation and the collision of fighting, both sides confirmed a fact.

At the same time, they reached a tacit consensus in their hearts.

First, the other side had appeared in the bloody and wailing battle that year.

Second, there is not and cannot be any room for compromise in this battle.

The only difference is that Rick can't wait to chop the enemy in front of him into pieces!

The breath of war began to gather on the sword blade, and then a sudden surge of energy poured into it from the palm of Rick's hand.

The next second, the sword was tempered into platinum.

The light in the room was as bright as morning light.

The orc leader, who was about to turn around to fight, turned around and saw this scene, and his pupils narrowed.

The pressure emanating from the sword turned into invisible needles in his perception and pierced into his skin.

It made his fur stand on end.

The beast's body couldn't stop shaking. At this critical moment of life and death, it didn't make the slightest movement or struggle against death.

However, this is not out of fear, but a choice made by the beast's instinct.

All the muscles in the body are tense, and the blood and fighting spirit are rushing through the body faster.

The desire for life stimulates the orc to raise his perception to the limit beyond his normal state.

In order to seize a glimmer of hope under the fatal blow, instinct is squeezing out every potential in the orc's body.

Rick watched the changes in the orc leader with indifference. The sword blade pointing to the ground followed his raised arm and flexible wrist, flipped over, and hung by his shoulder.

This attack will not miss, he will actually kill the orc.

But when the sword is about to strike.

Suddenly, he let out a dark "tsk" and his grey pupils moved to the left with a hint of astonishment.

The sword blade slashed out, and energy gushed out like a real torrent, turning into an unstoppable band of destructive light.

But the target is no longer the standing orc, but the ceiling on the left.

The light effortlessly left a one-inch wide and several meters long penetration gap on the ceiling and vertical walls.

If you look carefully through the gap, you can even see identical gullies in the second and third layers of space behind.

It seemed as if it could stretch forever until it ran through the entire fortress.